Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.